How can you be so sure of it?
This mask —
you so neatly tie
to the clip on festival of fears;
its nose ring dangling down
making your face a bittersweet clown,
a harlequin of silences, miming
an insomniac’s life?
Go look in the mirror, what do you see?
Yes, yes, that’s it —despair’s other face, the joker man –
an untimely Prince of fools—uncloaked, unseen;
and now you’ve given him the final lie – the desperate truth:
a chance disguise, the mask of death – surprise.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.